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Love the music on Man Seeking Woman? Visit TuneFind to listen to all the songs used on the show.
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'ULTIMATE IN LUXURY'
THE NEW AND POSTHUMOUS RELEASE BY MR. DREAM
PREORDER CASSETTE HERE
WAIT WHAT? POSTHUMOUS?
mr. dream played its last show about a year ago. i think it was at shea stadium? we have not been active since that show. the songs were recorded live in march and may 2013 at silent barn, and adam and i finished up the mixes and overdubs this spring. the vibe is “cassette you found in the used car you just bought.” somebody wrote that as a knock a while ago but i can’t think of a nobler goal for rock music in 2014. don’t forget to kick the wheels…
WHAT’S NEXT?
adam performs as FITNESS
adam and nick write songs as MONTREAL SEX MACHINE
matt performs with MOTION STUDIES, FASANO, SHAMIR, MONTREAL SEX MACHINE, and FANG ISLAND
nick writes songs with shamir bailey as SHAMIR
nick and jeremy krinsley are the remix team known as NEGATIVE SUPPLY
BUT WAIT?
this is not a joke!
thank you for everything.
love
adam + matt + nick
GM036. They found us in Italy, asleep in a water fountain. People drove us, dressed us, apologized for us. I got so fucked up in Denver we sent out a surrogate. Nobody cared, neither did I. The show always went on. Always. If there was bad press, we didn't see it. Fans read our rider like it was literature. Our handlers had handlers. Our green room had a green room. Everywhere we went, there they were: our favorite nuts, our favorite cheeses, our favorite baby vegetables. The ultimate in luxury. We let go the one trainer when the second record bricked. Each of us was particular about mineral water, until they told us we couldn’t be. Fifty people became fifteen. We started using tablets on stage, which was embarrassing. Tours got longer, shows got smaller. We stayed at the houses of old groupies, with their husbands and dogs and children. What happened in Indiana is not worth getting into. Everybody knew it was over, even strangers. Outside a steak shop in Philly, an older woman approached us. We thought she wanted money. Instead she had a message: Eat shit and die.
MAKING MUSCLES. POWERED BY FAROE.
LEADOFF FROM THE ULTIMATE IN LUXURY LP, POWERED BY LEXUS.
new song from THE ULTIMATE IN LUXURY, coming jan 2014. stream here
-new track "fringy slider" debuted on Stereogum today
-also received a flattering writeup by Consequence of Sound
-new LP The Ultimate in Luxury will be out very soon on godmode
GOTH
Just a reminder to order our Siouxsie EP, recorded with MS MR singer Lizzy Plapinger.
Geddy Lee's command of the strike zone is as flawless as his bass playing
coming soon -- "making muscles"
MR. DREAM - MONTREAL SEX MACHINE - COMING SOON
In my idleness I had of course the option of letting my thinking drift in a number of mildly erotic directions at any time, but it seemed important to resist that lure for the moment. It would have been so easy to imagine three women in white bathing suits lying on white deck chairs on a pale-blue cruise ship [...] It would have been so easy to think hard about those leggy thighs flowing in to the leg-holes of those white bathing suits; [...] But I wanted to steer clear of the leg-holes until at least twelve-thirty, preferably one-thirty if possible, because it was so very delightful out in the sun, and there was, after all, an infinitude of complicated and intellectually rewarding ideas in the world that I might use my morning of otium liberal to consider, helped toward states of scholarly attentiveness by the intrinsic good of the blue sky, and if I gave my hindbrain the slightest opportunity to work up a comely sexual shape, my meditative range would inevitably narrow, the sex-thoughts would replicate busily, they would begin to polymerize, forming short, slippery narrative chains which would bind with other formerly innocent images and voluptualize them, contorting themselves like lipoproteins into self-contained masturbatory sub-realities, and from there into fully realized frigments of my invagination, and I would find that I had turned over onto my back to the let the sweat on my chest declare itself, and I would bend on knee, and perhaps reach tentatively inside my bathing suit to make sure everything was shipshape, and five minutes later I would be inside my apartment, where my eyes weren't adjusted to the dimmer light, and where it was dissastisfyingly cool and unsung, and I would send forth gray stripes of fatherhood and fatherhood byproducts onto a tree-patterned paper towel that was guaranteed to be made with more than seventy-five percent post-consumer waste, each stripe shorter and more albuminous than the last. And after that, the rest of the day would itself take on a post-consumer-waste sort of tone, an after-the-grand-fact tone...
"The Fermata" Nicholson Baker is scary good at writing about masturbation.